Walking around with a bunch of carnations
In my mind I put everyone in face paint
White and black skeletons dance in the street
I move through the crowd and it parts like the sea
A year like a marker on a track
I keep running my finger over each time I come back
It’s repetitive I’m always roaming and remembering
looking for something
You were afraid of her, you were afraid of me
But I loved her still, felt her sadness within me
She is not a thing to understand
She’s an ocean that beats and caresses the land
I do not need you to hold my hand
Estoy llorando, estoy llorando, estoy llorando
I will not sit silent
Estoy llorando, estoy llorando, estoy llorando
In the face of this violence
Caminando con un ramo de claveles
En mi mente todas las caras llevan pintura
Esqueletos bailan en la calle y cuando paso
la muchedumbre abre y cierra como el mar
